Poet Stories

For while we are still in this tent, we groan under our burden, because we wish not to be unclothed but to be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee. - 2 Corinthians 5:4-5

Written in my heart are songs of love, depth, genuinely immaculate love. But I have no words to speak, I find myself tongue-tied when you're near. Know this, if I cannot say, I love you. I do. To quote the dearly loved bride of Solomon, 'His mouth is full of sweetness, and he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.' Our love is pure, my darling. For you have touched me in the deepest way, yet, you dared not to hold me near. You have sung a song of pure delight of the way you treasure me, yet, our words are minced not to awaken the torrents of sweet love from the Lord above. These words are true, know that I love you. Truly. Love, Claudia. - This is the story of a reformed Biker and a silent Poet finding friendship and love. - Book one of the Song of Solomon Collection, a Christian romance collection with love, pure intimacy, and Christ. A clean read for all to enjoy, no language, no sex, only love. This story is inspired by Song of Solomon 5:9, "His mouth is full of sweetness, and he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.'" Published: May 23, 2022 Completed: August 3, 2022

•°•~☆~•°•𝕿𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑•°•~☆~•°• ●~~𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔~~● "You can't keep me forever." ~Her "Watch me." ~Him (TARA × NIKOLAI)

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He said it wasn't love. Just lust. Just skin. Just sin. But the way he looked at her told another story, one written in bruises, bitten lips, and poems he'd never let her read. Nathan was supposed to die. scarred lungs, fractured soul, and a life stitched together by betrayal. But death didn't want him. So now he's cursed with time...and her. Aylin was never meant to see him again. Not after that night, 30,000 feet in the air. Not after he tasted her, claimed her, and disappeared. But fate is cruel. And Nathan? Even crueler. Now they meet in the dark. No labels. No promises. Just heat. They're not in love. They don't do love. They do bruises and breathless nights, sharp tongues and softer lies. They do madness. She secretly wants to fix him. He openly wants to break her. And neither of them can stop. This isn't a love story. This is a slow, exquisite destruction. And neither of them will survive it whole.

My 7th poetry book. But in many ways this is my 1st poetry book as I will independently publish this under my own ISBN. This poetry book captures a very special time in my life. It is a time capsule of the 2 years of long distance that I am going through and this book will only be complete in November when I am finally married as the story that this book tells is one of the road leading up to marriage and all the anticipation that comes with being on that road. My heart's contents poured out before your very eyes. 27 March 2026 - The Present

Dear Diary, Today, I remembered that crowns are not made of gold. They are made of survival. They are forged from girls who were told to be quiet but learned to speak. From women who were told to be less but became more. From hearts that broke, healed, and found the courage to beat louder than before. They called her dramatic when she spoke. Difficult when she questioned. Rebellious when she refused to bow. So she picked up a pen. the Queen Diaries is not a story of princesses waiting to be saved like damsel in distress. It is a collection of poetic diary entries written by queens - queens who were never given thrones, only battles. Queens who have been silenced, underestimated, broken, healed, and reborn. Through intimate confessions, silent battles, fierce rebellions, and quiet moments of hope, these pages explore feminism, womanhood, identity, resilience, self-love, and the lifelong journey of becoming. These are not merely poems. They are confessions. They are revolutions. They are crowns woven from words. Each entry is a fragment of a kingdom built from courage. Some pages carry heartbreak. Some burn with rage. Others bloom with healing and hope. Together, they tell the story of women refusing to shrink themselves for the comfort of others and discovering that their power was never something the world could give - or take away. This is not a diary of fairy tales. It is a diary of survival. Of resistance. Of becoming. So, turn the page. You may find pieces of yourself between the lines. Because every scar is a chapter. Every voice is a revolution. Every woman is a queen. Welcome to the Queen Diaries. A queen is waiting to tell her story. Perhaps, she is you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

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An anthology of resistance. Until what time will the resistance last? Until victory! © since 2024

a play on words and an attempt on artistic and literary nonchalance in hopes that detachment from the need of validation actually reactivates my creativity and motivation:)

A reflection on the beauty within melancholy, exploring how sadness can become a place of comfort, wisdom, peace, and growth. Through the imagery of purple and a garden nourished by tears, the poem suggests that even sorrow can become the soil from which new beginnings and the heart's deepest desires grow.

one day, the light through the curtains won't be cold anymore and everything will be quieter. - random thoughts and poems about healing, trying to find my way through life after years of chaos tw// mentions of depr, sewer slide, ed, csa, sh cold light through the curtains | © withoutcontrol (july 2024 - ???)

"I'll be fine as long as I keep hearing your heartbeats against me, Bambi." "..." "I hear you, don't worry. Even if you can't voice yourself out, I still hear you. And I love you." In which their story begins like a fairytale, and ends like a Greek tragedy. OR In which Chan accidentally finds a girl, untouched by the harshness of the world, and falls head over heels for her. Seeking the perfect love with the perfect girl, for a brief moment, everything is a dream... until reality calls for them again, and the dream shatters. - a Bang Chan fanfiction - romance + angst - slice of life - yes, I'm deranged enough to do this to you (and you'll see exactly why)

**EDITING!** William Whitlock, aspiring poet and hopeless romantic, believes that running into star-strikingly beautiful Indie Argyle in Redding's Bookstore was no accident. Will chases after the girl of his dreams until he can finally call her his own; however, between his complicated home life and Indie's own secrecy, the pair of young lovers realize that love may be more complicated than the novels make it seem. Will their love withstand the tests of time, grief, and life, or is their poem one not meant to be shared? Will & Indie is for lovers of cozy autumn days, Dead Poets Society, sweaters, stargazing, chai tea, poetry, and finding romance in the midst of life's toughest moments.

...And from now I'll be the most fierce thing when I'll break open my heart and let the wildflower grow inside -Aayushi Roses lose their beauty without their sharp thorns, "Allow me to drink deeply from the crystalline waters where mountain streams overflow, let the fragrance of wildflowers swirl freely in my veins. Grant me the solace of sleeping in your meadows, cradled by the lush, green blades of grass. Let me stroll along the sunlit highway, hand in hand with my brother, basking in the warmth of peace. Permit me to leave this world in my footsteps, before I descend into the earth beneath. It was only then that I realized how sadness had wrapped itself around me, as frigid as the guilt that crept through my lungs. Life was on the brink of transformation, teetering between the promise of better days and the weight of the unknown." Roselle welcomed home, so she thought.

You rode across the town within your carriage, Insisting, demanding to greet the village. For royalty, such gestures were a disgrace, Yet you smiled with joy shining on your face. You waved to the people, carefree and bright, As though every moment felt perfectly right. And that was the moment I first noticed you, The moment my heart saw something so true. That was the day, without even a look, You found your way into the pages of my book. - L.HS

❝𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝. 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞.❞ Mead Schlachter is known to District 10 as a poet, a butcher, and someone who couldn't be less in favor with fate. Secrets lie between the gaps of the memories she chooses to omit, though with the 66th Hunger Games drawing nearer her efforts will see to be all but in vain. For while the life of a butcher is one she claims, it soon won't be only animals she has to slaughter. ------------------------------------------ Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. May include spoilers from SOTR

چ هـەستــێکە تـرسـنۆکێـک بی؟ تـاکـوو کـەی بـەردەوامـی ئـەدەی بـە ترسـەکەت؟ قـەرار نـیە بەسـەر تـرسەکـە سەرکــەوی؟ ژانــەر/شـعـر-وتـە-پـەند

The Poet at Table Seven Every café has its regulars. The ones who come for the coffee. The ones who come for the quiet. And the ones who come because, somehow, they don't know where else to go. For Myra, Café Willow is more than just a café. It's her safe place, her responsibility, and the little world she's built with her own hands. Then one rainy night, a stranger walks in. He asks for a coffee with extra cream, chooses Table Seven, and stays longer than he planned. His name is Arav. He's new to the city, carrying a notebook full of words he rarely says aloud and a past Myra knows nothing about. What begins with coffee, quiet conversations, and two strangers slowly becoming familiar faces turns into something neither of them expected. Some people enter your life for a reason. Some stay for a season. And some leave behind a story you'll spend the rest of your life trying to put into words. Maybe every love story isn't meant to end with forever. Maybe some are meant to become poetry.

My adolescence poetry collection

Aira Sharma was eighteen when she went to Amritsar for a wedding. She expected two weeks of music, flowers, family chaos and her first reunion with the best friend she'd grown up with. She didn't expect a stranger. A boy with ocean-blue eyes, a ridiculous smile and an irritating habit of making her angry for no reason. Their first meeting lasted only a moment. Some moments, however, have a strange way of lasting much longer than they should. Between old friendships, new beginnings, stolen glances, endless teasing and a love story unfolding somewhere in the background, Aira's life begins to change in ways she never planned. Because sometimes the people who enter your life for a moment leave behind something that takes years to understand. And sometimes... the most beautiful stories are the ones you don't realize are breaking your heart until the very end. Some flowers are meant to bloom. Some are meant to be remembered.